She's Freshhhh

She's unbelievably funky. Something about an eccentric woman that catches my eye like a pop fly. I just..can't get over that look in hers. Sure, I love heels. I love dresses. I love women that looks, womanly. But sheeeees..somewhat of an exception to my rule I guess I could say. No, she doesn't have a big butt, or big boobs. But she has a face to suffice for it all. Lips as fat as Albert and the Klumps combined. Beautiful and Pink, like, hehe, well, like the other ones should be. A lack of make up..lack of lipstick, eyeliner, eye lashes..but an abundance of lip-licking that keeps those lips as wet as..hehe, well the other ones should be. A cute little nose I wouldn't mind kissin if a boo-boo was present. I guess u could call it a gift; her beauty that is. Or a curse. Shit..I curse whenever I see her in that LIU hallway. "Daaaaamn." Starin at her cute nose wit that nose ring poking out like my early morning arousal. What's a man to do in her passing? Look at her eyes? What're you insane? The lips and nose are enough! High cheekbones, strong facial feminity that ooze through a woman's personality and face. On my conscious, a glaze of shyness spreads over. She just has that effect. Wit her tight skinny jeans, and fly sneakers. Always different..colors..styles. Her style DAMN sure enough is furious. And adjacent to her I turn into another boy in the hood. But if I knew her id be a Man again. If I could only speak and look into her eyes. Its one of those things where eye contact is like conversation. Her eyes remind me of, cool. Moreso than the other side of a pillow. More like the other side of the Solar System. Pluto's temperature, baby. Sheek, and laughable. Her eyes tell me she likes to smile, likes to be happy. And likes to give others the same feeling. Shucks..she does it to me and I've never laid words on her ears, wit all them, gold earrings. She's definitely an Aviator. She passed just bein' fly a lonnnnnggggg time ago. Maybe a goofball..maybe serious..maybe a Scorpio too..why not. She holds my interest down like a paperweight. She just got that edgeeee.

But

She was all in a dream. And Dreams, are for suckers. But she's still baddd...I wouldn't mind bein a Bo-Bo...